The first Blights were created when an ancient and evil vampire was slain and his blood seeped into the earth. So potent was this blood that the plants it came into contact with became awakened and corrupted. Most Blights are akin to a symptom of evil, not the cause itself. They flock to areas with strong dark energies and will unwittingly serve the forces at work there by driving intruders away.
There are several variants, each composed of different plant material. Twig Blights resemble desicated bushes, Needle Blights are composed of pine litter and live in connifer forests, and Vine Blights are an amalgamation of vines and roots.
(LEWD BELOW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)
Being a necromancer was a lonely affair. Most people weren't interested in being around, let alone being intimate with, someone who reanimated the dead for a living. For months the only gentle touch you found was your own, and that had long since lost it's fun, now being more an exercise in tedious carnal necessity. As these thoughts drifted through your mind one of your skeleton minions rang a bell indicating that an intruder was on your territory. You sighed and threw your robes on and grabbed a pouch of spell components from your cabinet, you've been needing some new test subjects. On the grounds of the ruined castle that you made your lair you could see no one. A quick detect life spell only revealed the local plant and animal life of the swamp that surrounded you. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, this wouldn't be the first time one of your brainless minions got uppity about an overly curious squirrel.
That's when the vines snapped around your legs. You fell into the ground face first your spell components flying out of your reach. You groaned as you were lifted into the air by a now visible Vine Blight that had been camouflaged against a crumbling stone well. It grimaced at you and began to wrap more vines around you constricting your breathing. With the last bit of your strength you cast a communication spell and began bargaining with the creature. Its face softened a bit as you laid out your terms, and you were relieved when it set you down.
"Now," you turned to the creature "how about I reward you for being an obedient servant." With that you cast of your robes and stood exposed in the warm air. Almost immediately you felt the vines inch over you again, but this time they had a more delicate touch. You felt your nerves fire with a desperate yearning as the fleshy tendrils began to wrap around you, pulling you closer to the Blight. "Pleasure your master..." you commanded. The next hour passed like a dream. You didn't know your legs could buckle from orgasmic waves so often in such little time.
The Blight again set you down, your chest now heaving and your entire body covered in its sweet sticky sap. You lay in the dirt trying to catch your breath, a giddy smile plastered on your face as you watch two more Vine Blights enter the clearing. Oh what experiments you have planned.
I'm giving the Blights as a whole a 5/10.
Twig Blight gets a 2, too dry and dusty
Needle Blight gets a 3, tall but thorny
Vine Blight an 8, for exceedingly obvious reasons. Only thing that holds the Vine Blight back is a really genuine personality to it. But other than that it's a fetish wet dream.
Also, I didn't get as lewd as I could have. One because of puritan Tumblr reasons, and two I wanna keep these as gender neutral as possible for the reader. If you maybe want more specific stuff, send me an ask.
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